Outside in the chill, Arc was glad to be wearing a coat as she watched Yelena and Marco disappearing as octopi into the dark water. "...frag it if that ain't weird..." she sighed a bit, spotting Firefly taking a stance by the concrete, watching intently. Hmming to herself, the mechanic gave a nod and stood a number of feet away, whipping out a cigarette and lighting it with her finger. Puffing a couple times, she let it rest on her lips as she took a breath.
"I'll never understand mojo, omae. It don't make much sense. Tech, machines? Yeah, I know how they work. They work like they're supposed to, and if they don't, there's a way to fix it. Don't apply here, do it.." Flicking off some ash, she made sure to keep her distance unless offered otherwise...after Firefly's cigar experience, Arc was not about to force her to breathe in more smoke without her saying so.